Contradictions Stories

Part Four of "The Forgotten Journals" Series. "When you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave." (Act I, scene i) Much Ado About Nothing

A Fairy Tail short: 2000 years in the past, before Fiore is a huge connected kingdom; gods don't exist, dragons don't exist, and magic is significantly less powerful. Ankh is a young boy who lives in a small farming village. He's in love with Maude. His short human life will change the course of Earthland's history.

I have experienced things, heard things, seen things that contradict biblical texts that I believed to be absolute. Here are some of them and the verses as well.

The mind is lost in its thoughts, the heart doesn't want to say no and the soul is being pulled back and forth... confusion and uncertainty spread like wild fire...shattering darkness takes over but...we can heal, can't we?

Limbs stopped feeling pain or frost, dull numbness of the nerves spread throughout the body, subsequent movements lost their meaning and worked automatically, eyes, whose lashes abundantly strewn with haze, looked ahead, now devoid of emotions and feelings. The only thing left changing in this sluggish object of human life is the consciousness, which itself turned from a gurgling plasma into a tiny faint light that gradually faded away.

Monsters are all around us either real or imagined. But what happens when the monster turns out to be maybe not so much all around us, but within? #43 Horrer ~ 09/01/18

we all have contradictions in life. Are we really allowed to stop, self-reflect and heal ? or should we move with the pace of this world without looking back at happy n sad times ? [ completed ]

This Story is not an adult story and is not rated 18+, Don't judge it due to its name, This is a 15+ story. THIS IS TOTALLY A FICTIOUS STORY, AND IF THE EVENTS THAT TAKE PLACE IN THE STORY RESEMBLE ANY PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE, ITS JUST A COINCIDENCE. STORY IS MADE FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSE, READERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE THIS AS A SCRIPT FOR ANY PROFESSIONAL WORK, WITHOUT CONSENT FROM WRITER, WRITING A BOOK TAKES ALOT OF OVERTHINKING, TO LISTEN TO THE PART OF AUDIENCE WHAT THEY WILL LIKE AND WHAT THEY WILL NOT, AND BECAUSE THIS STORY IS BY A NEW EMERGING WRITER AND IS TOTALLY FREE. IF YOU LIKE IT, AT LEAST GIVE A MOMENT BY POSTING THE FRONT PAGE OF THE STORY WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL REVIEWS MENTIONING THE TRIPPY FAMILY BY @MUSICAL_TRIPPY. PLEASE VOTE THE PARTS OF THE STORY IT GIVES BOOST TO WRITE THE NEXT PART AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE, WITH YOU, WHAT I AM, AFTER YOU I AM NOTHING THANKS FOR ALL YOUR PART. ~trippy

venting, depression, life

This is a lyrics of mine which started out as a poem, pretty much a lyric poem. It's about the contradictions we face in life which sometimes don't make any sense.. Perhaps in a different reality they would make perfect sense, yet the thing which are 'normal' to us now wouldn't make any sense instead. Have you ever created a world inside your mind where the opposite is true and your fantasies become a reality? This poem is about exactly that.

A time in my life.

What goes on the mind of a dark randomized soul who thinks she is a psychologist and has hidden wings?

When you need someone to talk to, you think you have no one. Then when you have someone, you push them away. For you think your thoughts belong in the confinement of the safe in your mind with the key lost in limbo.

A very confused man

Welcome to my contradicting world. A true story about, the thoughts in my head every day. a form of self-expression you never heard before called, documenting to the world how you think, hoping to relate to one person out there. To a journey of self-discovering and reaching my potentials and reaching a high level of self-actualization.

"Once I had a mirror, With which I could look into my mind. But one day, it fell And shattered into millions of pieces All of whom I have yet to find." This is a collection of all those missing pieces.

We all have regrets. We all smile. We all frown. Sometimes all we need is an encouraging word from others or seeing that someone else is also going through pain to understand one's self. In this book which consist of poems, entries, and thoughts there are stones in which no one would consider to glance at but also sees a new way to treasure. This book is for those who are in need or curious. This is my atonement. How I write when I need. Now take a look--even if it were just a glance. Who knows? The words that follow may surprise you.